Nick Fury

Nick Fury had fought with Howling Commandos, had been in charge of SHIELD, and now none of that mattered. He was fighting for his life, and losing. She loved hurting him so much, loved hurting any man, and he wondered how much longer he could evade her.

She was the one person he couldn't afford turning a blind eye to. But he didn't even need to look, because he could hear her laugh echoing down the corridors, smell the smoke from the cigar she'd taken from his broken fingers.